“Let me know when you’ve decided.”
“Oh, you know I will. I didn’t know you could dance,” she says, her words like an accusation.
I lower myself into the seat. “That doesn’t come as a surprise, given our whole relationship hasn’t yet spanned twenty-four hours.”
Shetsks, slumping back in her seat. “That was your cue to tell me you’ve got moves I haven’t seen.”
“That wouldn’t be hard.”
“That’s disappointing.” She smirks.
“Behave.”
“Okay, Buzz Killington. I can’t help that I like a man who can dance. It’s much better than one who stands on the sidelines scowling for effect.”
“Do you make many men scowl, princess?”
“Oh, you know how it is,” she answers airily. “I definitely had you pegged as the brooding, scowling, I’m-too-masculine-to-get-down-and-boogie type.”
I don’t answer, not sure what to make of that when she leans in again.
“You know, I haven’t been this turned on watching a man dance since I saw Tom Holland lip-syncUmbrella.”
Words. I have no idea what she just said. Except that she was turned on.
“You didn’t watch me dance.”
“I didn’t need to.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. An unconscious action, not a come-on, I think. “I felt you dance, which was way better.”
“I can think of something even better than dancing.”
“Yeah? Well, thinking is all you’ll be doing about it tonight.”
“Understood.”
“Honestly, you could give him a run for his money.”
“Who?” My brow furrows. I can hold a rhythm. The prick she was dancing with couldn’t.
“Tom Holland. You know, the actor? You don’t happen to own a basque and a pair of leather shorts, do you?”
I ignore the snort from behind me. The one that’s then faked into a sneeze.
“Bless you.” Lavender’s gaze flicks to Leo. “Or should that besalud, amor, y dinero?Health, love, and money—that’s the blessing, right?”
“Only if I sneeze three times,” the idiot answers.
“Anda pa allá que nos vai a contagiar,” I interject, my words quick and harsh.
“Sí jefe.”
“What was that?”
“I told him to leave before he gives us the flu.”
It was a mistake, I realize, as she props her elbow to the table and her chin to her fist. “Why do you have security in the first place?”
“Why does anyone? Your brother has someone, I believe.”
